The young squire was much diverted with this scene, and whispered to my uncle, that if he had not murdered his dogs, he would have shown him glorious fun, by hunting a black badger (so he termed the clergyman).

The surly lieutenant, who was not in a humour to relish this amusement, replied, "You and your dogs may be damn'd.

I suppose you'll find them with your old dad, in the latitude of hell.

Come, Rory,--about ship, my lad, we must steer another course, I think." And away we went..